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rainbowfic2013-10-30 03:13 am
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2013-10-30 03:13 am
Dirt Brown #12, Harvest Gold #7
Name: Greenling
Story: All Great Things
Colors: Dirt Brown #12 (Mud), Harvest Gold #7 (pumpkins)
Supplies and Styles: Paint by Numbers (‘cause i’ll only lie down by the waterside at night), Miniature
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG13ish
Warnings: Mild sexual implications, which are also probably very silly.
Summary: A tiny piece of the story of a secondary character in AGT. Kevin is a werewolf. Technically.
Probably the last Miniature for a while. Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
In his dreams, Kevin could be himself- and so could she. She took his form twice; once to show him, and once to tease him. Most nights when the moon visited, she took the form of a colorful serpent; sometimes, she took the form of a woman, and ran naked with him through cornfields and empty streets of snow.
She was a woman the night he decided his name; she dreamt a river around them, surrounded by flowers, and called out a hundred of them as he touched her. Her lips tasted like cinnamon apples, and her thighs like pumpkins.
Story: All Great Things
Colors: Dirt Brown #12 (Mud), Harvest Gold #7 (pumpkins)
Supplies and Styles: Paint by Numbers (‘cause i’ll only lie down by the waterside at night), Miniature
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG13ish
Warnings: Mild sexual implications, which are also probably very silly.
Summary: A tiny piece of the story of a secondary character in AGT. Kevin is a werewolf. Technically.
Probably the last Miniature for a while. Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
In his dreams, Kevin could be himself- and so could she. She took his form twice; once to show him, and once to tease him. Most nights when the moon visited, she took the form of a colorful serpent; sometimes, she took the form of a woman, and ran naked with him through cornfields and empty streets of snow.
She was a woman the night he decided his name; she dreamt a river around them, surrounded by flowers, and called out a hundred of them as he touched her. Her lips tasted like cinnamon apples, and her thighs like pumpkins.